Saturday, December 09, 2006

I've been to places, I'd rather not say

I wish I could play music for you here, I really do.

I wish you could be with me when I escape.

Because, my God, I feel like I can just go somewhere else.

I wish you could be with me when I drop into a chute,

On a powder day,

And I bounce,

And float,

And you could be there, feeling what I feel.

And when the snow hits you in the face,

And, oh Jesus, sweet Jesus,

I can tell you that you have never felt anything like it in your life.

I swear.

You're asking yrself...

Duder is full of baloney.

He's just telling stories.

I'm not, and I'm not.

I also wish you could be here when I stand in my living room and play guitar and sometimes sing and I know it doesn't sound like a big deal but it feels really good.

For some weird reason, The Dude Abides got a record number of unique visitors this week, and I still have a whole 'nother (whole nother) day to rack up the visits.

Who knows what will catch on?